Текст песни Даша Ткачук - Барабаны

Black boy sang songs to passers-by,
Sitting on the parapet in the park , where the fountain ...
And the beat of the heart beat and I fell in love forever
In his crazy old song and drum.
Uncle , aunt , how do you not understand ?
In vain your speech , words to anything here .
Under a palm tree somewhere in the Congo want to play the bongos
And trust only the rhythm , the rhythm of only one .

CHORUS:
I do not want boring advice ,
Admonition , I will not listen !
In my heart beat rhythms southern sunny country ,
I now rest on the drum !

Then rain , then snow , then mud, but I will not cry,
And under my panama matured cunning plan ,
Escape from the father, mother where beaten in there Tama ,
There, where the sun is in the sky , like a yellow drum.